IMPOSSIBLE PROMISE - Quote #1
“I’m
going to wake him up then I’m going to make it look like I’m taking you by
force. I won’t hurt you but just the same, don’t fight me. Pretend to be scared
into submission.”
I
might’ve rolled my eyes.
Buck
stared at me, expressionless. “Better yet, pretend to be unconscious.”
“Is
there a plan C?” My acting skills were super latent—like practically
nonexistent latent.
Buck
misunderstood. He stepped close and took my face in his hand. “I’m not going to
hurt you, I promise.”
Oh,
he’d hurt me all right. I was sure of that now. Maybe not today or tomorrow,
but he’d leave eventually and it was gonna hurt like hell. “That’s not what I’m
worried about,” I lied.
“Then
what are you worried about?” He stroked my cheek.
Oh
man, I couldn’t think when he did that. It was like Valium or a stupid pill but
much more instant. Buck touches me, my brain turns off. I had to force myself
to step back. “Okay.” I put a couple feet between us and inhaled. “Unconscious,
got it. But how, exactly, is that gonna work?” The logistics were escaping my
fog-induced brain.
Buck
watched me with a penetrating stare that slowly melted into liquid. He dropped
his voice to a seductive whisper. “Come here.”
Gulp.
Ah, yeah, no. Uh uh. Not happening. I might’ve shaken my head.
His
giant hand rose up slowly, palm up. He said nothing.
Shit.
I was such a goner. Why prolong the charade? I took his hand.
His
monstrous fingers wrapped around mine and he instantly pulled me to his side,
whispering in my ear. “That’s it baby, just relax.”
His
breath tickled my skin and his heat made me melt. I slunk against his side and
inhaled the clean musk I’d grown attached to.
“You
think too much,” he said softly, brushing my hair from my face and skimming his
lips over my temple.
I
wasn’t thinking jack shit. Wait, that’s not true. I was thinking Buck and muscles and sexy voice and hot breath. Total package wrapped up in a dominating, alpha, kick
ass, swoon-worthy marine. It’s a good thing I’d sworn off men after my one and
only encounter last year because Blaze-cum-Buck just ruined me for anyone else.
Ever.
“That’s
right.” His lips touched my ear. “You like mountains, baby? Or the beach?”
Holy
cow, his voice. “Beach,” I whispered.
“Me
too. Beach all the way. Hot sand under your feet, sound of the waves, you and
me sharing a towel…sound like fun?”
“Mmm.”
Buck, no shirt. “Yeah.”
“Drop
your head forward.”
I
didn’t hesitate. My hair fell over my face and concealed my view.
“Good
girl. Just for that, I’m gonna take you to the beach.” Buck moved toward Shorty.
“Wait.”
I tensed.
“Shh,
I got you. Let go, don’t think.” Buck’s arm tightened around my waist. “Let
your legs go slack and drop your center of gravity, baby. Make it look real.
Don’t worry, I got you. Think about you and me and that beach day I promised
you.”
I
hesitated but I did it. Then I didn’t have a chance to think.
Buck
moved into action. “Ready, baby?” It was a rhetorical question.
Buck
threw the water on Shorty and kicked him, hard. “Wake up, asshole!”
